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  • amsterdam 5d

    I am a child of September,
    Born beneath
    The chambers of sins and secrets,
    I shed my wings when the sun
    Dance in the sangria skies
    And you see me in colors
    After the northern lights

    Once upon a time,
    I was a speck of dust in the universe
    Wearing the voice notes
    Of a lost dandelion seed,
    Floating with the dying leaves
    In quest of salvation

    Armed with a pot of wisdom,
    I step out of the shadows
    And walk side by side with the sun,
    I ask the wind
    To scatter the dandelion wishes
    Clipped to my wings
    And take me away to places
    I've only seen in my wildest dreams

    I am a child of September,
    The body language
    And remnants of love as old as time
    Lying on a bed of perennial hope,
    I wrap myself
    In summer's fading glow
    Waiting for the autumn light to touch me.

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    09.22.21
    #growth #wod

    PS. Happy Birthday @murryben ! ��✨
    Hope this turn of leaves bring you the season your heart is looking for. Ily.��

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    SEPTEMBER CHILD

  • amsterdam 1w

    Strange

    we are often told
    to wrap a lovely bouquet
    of happiness
    and positivity
    in our hearts,
    without being asked
    about the
    tangled conflict
    between
    angels and demons
    in our heads.

    ©amsterdam

  • amsterdam 1w

    #combination of everything that dulls one's sparkle

    Good night from my crib.��

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    Pillow Talk

    What a strange time it is
    To crack a solid joke
    When the world fights a war
    Against a history with Alzheimer's,
    No one laughs at the punchline
    And to swallow fear capsules
    Is easier to do
    Than seek answers
    In the backspaces
    Of empty pillow talks with the past.

    A part of me is holding back tears
    Halfway through a sad movie
    When a haunting soundtrack
    Romanticize the story of my life
    With cliche subtitles.

    You ask my name
    But does it matter?
    I'm a stranger in a familiar street

    Call me wind if you do, please
    But I belong to the rain
    And the birdless sky,
    I breathe, wait and hope
    Under the flickering stoplight
    Inhaling words, exhaling poetry
    Waiting for the light to rescue me

    Again.


    09.19.21

  • amsterdam 1w

    A lone girl and a familiar song
    play solitude on repeat,
    a picture of nostalgia
    framed in my mind like a forlorn autumn leaf

    The moment between saying goodbye
    and leaving
    is a storm brewing over the horizon,
    a tug of war in my chest
    asking,
    Should I walk away or stay?

    Sometimes,
    'I loved you a little more than I loved myself'
    is a lie
    we tell ourselves
    to wipe the crumbs of sins and guilt,
    the remnants
    of what we don't want to remember,
    So,
    You turn a page
    and touch another life
    to feel and revive
    What died before death

    Hoping it will grow again
    somewhere far away from where
    it lost its meaning.


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    09.17.21
    #combination of everything that steals your sleep.
    Good night.☁��

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    The moment between saying goodbye
    and leaving
    is a storm brewing over the horizon,
    a tug of war in my chest
    asking,
    Should I walk away or stay?

    ©amsterdam

  • amsterdam 1w

    Is there an answer in those blank pages
    Where the eerie longing
    On stained sheets
    Slowly turns into decay,

    As if

    I was never a speck of dust
    Floating like a curious ghost
    In a galaxy
    Of stripped bodies and naked souls,

    In solitude

    I am painting my nights with happy lies
    In the pale face of a blue butterfly
    As I wait for tomorrow
    To teach me
    How to sew rainbows in the freckled skies,

    Until then, I'll

    Sway with the wind and leaves
    Until the daylight comes
    And the apricot sun sings
    A lullaby to my aching feet
    And the ghosts of the milky way
    Turn to dust beneath my toes.

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    09.16.21
    Healing should #start from within.��

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    I am painting my nights with happy lies
    In the pale face of a blue butterfly
    As I wait for tomorrow
    To teach me
    How to sew rainbows in the freckled skies.

    ©amsterdam

  • amsterdam 2w

    You're like a song
    on the playlist of this heartache
    strumming the chords
    of my pain
    over and over again.

    Nostalgia is looking at me
    with sad eyes,
    watching me suffer from
    undiagnosed
    Last Song Syndrome
    stuck to my vocal cords.

    The music is over
    still, I keep humming,
    a desperate attempt to remember
    which part of the lyrics
    we went out of tune
    and began hurting each other.

    Was it when you sang all by yourself when we're supposed to go on a duet?
    Or when I paused to catch my breath because I knew we're off-key?

    You're like a song
    on the playlist of this heartache
    the anthem of this pain,
    the hymn I always sing
    even if the melody
    that links
    our heartbeats and breaths
    is a lonely refrain
    I sing alone in the rain.


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    09.15.21
    #miss
    tysm @writersnetwork !��

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    Tu
    Me
    Manques

  • amsterdam 2w

    #dewdrop oh dewdrops, tell me the translucent secrets of dawn.��

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    Silken Caress

    To the world
    I whisper
    The translucent secrets
    Of dawn
    As the leaves
    Sing my name like a prayer
    Cradled by the scent of petrichor,
    I am the curve
    Of a question mark,
    The dewy teardrops of the night
    Softly sleeping
    Like an infant
    On the blades of grass

    Isn't it lovely
    How stolen moments
    Become moist footprints
    On paper moons?
    As a trail of dewdrops
    Kiss the holy ground

    If invisibility is a gift
    Let me be a blooming memory
    Of a silken caress
    Teasing the sunrise
    Into a blushing reverie


    09.14.21

  • amsterdam 2w

    When the leaves turn brown
    They fall like tears
    From a grieving summer sky
    Spinning sadness into silk

    How do you tell a heart that everything is more beautiful from above?

    The day her ship sank
    Navigating in a sea of glass
    Hearts shatter and bleed
    Exhaling betrayal into the tides

    How many times can a heart shatter before it turns into a museum for ghosts?

    When the music dies
    Reveries hang in the air
    Softly fading
    Like lost ghosts
    Cradled by the moonlight

    How do you teach a heart to sing the language of the sky?

    I wrote a fairytale
    In the blank spaces of forever
    Like an optical illusion
    In the eye of a dream catcher

    How do you tell a heart that writing is a slow death?


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    09.13.21
    #start #wod

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    When the music dies
    Reveries hang in the air
    Softly fading
    Like lost ghosts
    Cradled by the moonlight

    How do you teach a heart
    to sing the language of the sky?
    ©amsterdam

  • amsterdam 2w

    When was the last time
    you truly believed in yourself?
    When was the last time you didn't?

    PS.
    Time check: 5:05 am 09.13.21
    I can't believe I woke up to THIS. Tbh, this isn't my favorite post but then, thank you a zillion times! ��

    Thank you, @writersnetwork @miraquill! Mwah! ��

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    Come on, Sense!

    Sunday
    is a trigger warning
    sulking on a
    bleached poem.
    A strange weather in your eyes
    heaves a deep sigh
    and your anxiety is talking again
    without subtitles,

    Reality assaults your nostrils
    with the stinky truth
    that you can't save the world
    by lunchtime
    and you could only
    watch your dreams go in flames,
    like a movie teaser
    that scares the lights out of you,

    Some days steal the air
    out of your lungs
    and lick the neon flames
    out of your breath.
    They are empty death threats
    that robs every ounce
    of your leftover common sense.

    And when you wake up
    from a deep slumber
    that pulls you away
    from the borderline of fiction and reality,

    You realize that sometimes
    it's better not to tame the flames.



    09.12.21

  • amsterdam 2w

    Reposting an old favorite
    for the 18265348th time. XD
    #traditions

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    IF I SHOULD HAVE A DAUGHTER

    ( After Sarah Kay and Leileex)


    I will name her after seasons
    Because everyone is unique,
    With a beauty of their own,
    And I hope she'd patiently wait
    For her sweet time to shine
    Without stealing the show
    From anyone, anytime.

    I will show SUMMER
    How to touch lives
    With her warm, gentle nature,
    How to find her perfect spot
    Under the sun
    Where nothing will dull her sparkle.

    I will show WINTER
    It's okay not to be okay
    When her dreams are on hold
    And the world gives her a cold shoulder.

    I will show AUTUMN
    The beauty in every fall
    And people may change colors
    Yet, we have to love them anyway
    Without excuses
    Without apologies
    Always, unconditionally.

    I will show SPRING
    How people bloom
    When they are happy,
    For life is neither
    A competition nor a race,
    And despite her choices,
    There should be no room for regrets.

    I will name her after seasons
    For life changes gears in a flash,
    In its bumpy twists and turns
    May she always choose herself,
    No matter what happens
    No matter where life carries her
    A survivor she is gonna be,
    A Phoenix she will be.



    09.11.21